#and i already kno shes gonna ask me what i want

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[vanishingstarrs]

taste ( katsuki bakugo x popstar!reader, sort of established relationship, inspired by please please please by s. carpenter ) ( testing the waters for this fic w a short n’ sweet chap, pls enjoy, drop your thoughts, i have a longer vers coming, sorry for the wait omg i just want this to be soso perfect for y’all )

part one, part two

“Fuck my life.”

“What?” Your best friend, Misaki, asked from the stall beside yours.

You sighed, holding your phone in your hand as you walked out and met up with her at the sinks. You hadn’t even needed to use the restroom, you just wanted to check your messages in private.

“This asshole might actually be decent.” You rolled your eyes as you sent a text back.

“Dynamight?!” She smirked, trying to peek over your shoulder, but you were quick to shield your screen from her and exclaim that she’d get water on your dress if she didn’t quit being nosy while washing up.

“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You corrected with a grin,“But yeah I guess mostly everyone calls him Dynamight for short.”

“The fact that you know his full on dorky hero name tells me all I need, girl.” She said as she reapplied lipgloss in the mirror.

You scoffed,“Uh, if anyone’s down bad, it’s him, look at this text he just sent.”

k (ृ ु*`ω´)ु: Just leave the lame ass party.

k (ृ ु*`ω´)ु: I’ll come get you.

Misaki gasped,“You dirty little slut, you wouldn’t actually leave me here to go see him would you?”

You hid your face with your hair as you contemplated your answer,“...noooo.”

“You hesitated.”

“Okay, maybe I would like to see him tonight...” You relented,“Would you hate my guts?”

“Not if you call me tomorrow to hash out all the details of your dirty little tryst with the number two hero.” She grinned devilishly.

Lucky for you that no one else had walked into the bathroom since the both of you came in here, you didn’t need everyone hearing all the details of your private life.

“Deal.”

You neglected to tell her that you’d already texted him back.

y/n ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁): how soon can you get here

k (ृ ु*`ω´)ु: Already left, be there in ten.

y/n ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁): meet u outside xo

You left once you saw Misaki make it back to the rest of your friends, waving to them and blowing a kiss from the door before heading to the front of the building and grabbing your coat.

You were just about to put it on when a pair of hands ripped the material from your hold and a voice stated,“Let me help you.”

You watched dumbfounded as Katsuki Bakugo held out your jacket for you, he raised his eyebrow at you, holding it closer to your arms and indicating for you to put them through when you just stared,“Don’t have all night, c’mon, baby.”

You couldn’t help roll your eyes as you finally put it on,“Actually, we do have all night.” You turned around and he carefully pulled your hair out from underneath before his palm found your cheek, a soft caress that had you leaning in instinctively. “How’s it looking out there?”

“Bunch of paps, I’m sorry, they must’ve already known you were here.” He placed a kiss on your cheek as his official hello to you,“Just say the word and I’ll blast them all to hell.”

You snorted,“Yeah, right, and with it your career.” You rolled your eyes again and took his hand in yours,“C’mon, might as well face the music.”

You walked out together, lights flashing in your faces from the moment you opened the door and the paparazzi realized it was you. They began shouting louder once they realized who was with you, Bakugo took the lead though, using a strong arm to push people away from you and yelling,“Touch her and you die!”

Hot, you thought to yourself as you smirked and allowed him to pull you along. Who needed security when you had the number two hero on your arm?

He brought you around to his car,“Dunce face and ears are gonna kill me tomorrow.”

“Who?” You asked, confused.

“My dumb friends.” He scoffed,“They’re huge fans of you, once they realized I’ve kept you a secret they’re gonna freak out and yell at me.”

You chuckled,“Well my friends know so you can tell yours anything you want… within reason.”

He gave you a smug grin and opened the door for you, holding out his hand for you to get in carefully with the tall heels you were wearing. He went around the car and got in himself, finally allowing himself to indulge in a deep kiss now that you had the privacy.

It wasn’t until the next morning when it all began, Misaki spamming your phone with texts and calls about the news articles and asking you to please avoid social media.

You didn’t, of course, too curious for your own good.

You leaned closer into Katsuki’s warmth as you read through the headlines and saw the photos snapped of the two of you hand in hand, your accounts were worse… people online didn’t bother to hide their displeasure. You were suddenly blind, your taste questionable, and everyone was saying you had terrible judgement.

And yet, you couldn’t help disagree as you felt a kiss on the back of your neck and the grip around your waist become slightly tighter.

This thing you had was good, you knew it.

[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons #11: Luffy (One Piece)

I feel like Luffy would thrive with an S/O who's just as, if not more, stupid than him.

And he genuinely cannot tell you're not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Combined, you and Luffy have one semi-functioning braincell

And 90 % of the time, Nami has it

"LUFFY FELL OVERBOARD AGAIN!!!"

And there you go jumping right in after him.

"I'M COMING CAPTAIN!!"

Ussop and Chopper are standing by the railing horrified and screaming with everything they've got because 'YOU CAN'T SWIM EITHER!!!'

"How did their bounty increase by 20 million!?!?" Nami exclaimed having seeing your newest wanted poster.

Luffy, who was walking by and heard, suddenly had stars in his eyes.

"Really!?!? They're so cool 🤩"

And Nami is smacking the back of his head as hard as she can

"DON'T ENCOURAGE THEM, MORON!!!"

This man loves you with his whole heart and has known you since you were both children

Ace had found you sneaking out Dadan's shack with a huge pile of food and captured you.

"What do we do with them?"

"We could kill them." Sabo suggested.

"Excuse me, I really need to use the bathroom." You wiggled against the rope binding you.

"Like that's gonna work on us!"

"No, excuse me for being rude and leaving. You guys are funny but I really need to pee."

And they hadn't realized you'd already torn through the ropes until you got up and walked away.

They are completely dumbfounded and a little impressed.

Well except for Luffy who had been watching because he wasn't allowed to talk to the 'captive' during 'interrogations'. Whatever that meant.

He's getting up and chasing after you with a huge grin.

"Hey! Come back! I wanna be friends with you!!!"

And Ace and Sabo are the running after him before he can catch up, lecturing him about leaving weirdo people like you alone.

"I mean what kind of person just tears through rope and walks away all unbothered????"

"Me! I do that!"

Cue the screams because how did you manage to climb the treehouse without the ladder???

You meet up again several years after you all had set sail.

Ussop spotted something floating in the water shortly after the crew already left from thriller bark.

A person to be exact.

A person on a wooden plank.

And before he could inform anyone about it, Luffy was already stretching himself over to the castaway.

His eyes bugging out when he saw who it was.

"Y/N????"

Your expression matching his.

"LUFFY???"

"Long time no see. How have you been?"

And the crew is peaking over the Sunny curiously. Because who the hell was this that their captain seemed to be very friendly with?

Friendly than usual considering he his arms were wrapped around you several times, picking you up and swaying you.

"The pirate life is hard. My ships keep sinking. Say, mind if I hop on yours for a while?" You asked hopefully.

There was something even more hopeful in Luffy's as he set you down.

"I've got a better idea. Join my crew!"

"I don't kno- IS THAT A FREAKING SKELETON?!?! HELL YEAH I'M IN!!"

The crew warms up to you almost instantly considering you have the same bright personality as their captain.

And the ones weary of you (Zoro, Nami, and Ussop) become convinced when they see you fight and pull your weight.

"Hey, Luffy! Can we try that one move we used to do when we were smaller??"

All you get is a nod in return before he slingshots you towards a Marine ship.

The result?

You basically cannonballing into the side, only to reappear on the deck as it sinks. Reaching back for Luffy's hand as he lifts you up and flings you towards another. Jumping on after you to join the fight.

Your teamwork is practically unbeatable.

And the fact that you can keep up with Luffy perfectly cements your place on the Sunny.

It's no secret Luffy loves you.

And it's no secret you love him back.

The Pirate Empress Boa Hancock?

She's cool, he guesses.

Shirihoshi the mermaid princess? The most beautiful woman in the world?

She's a huge crybaby.

You? An idiot who broke the aquarium after tapping too hard on the glass to get the 'pretty fishy' to notice you?

You're his.

He doesn't make a big deal out of the way he feels.

He doesn't get all blushy or nervous around you

Instead he feels pure happiness and the most at peace he's ever been

Luffy will not try to court you the way a certain cook might court the ladies on the Sunny.

No big or grand gestures

Also not shy showing you affection.

He's known you for so long that gestures like that come naturally.

Holding hands to explore a new island?

Check

Wrestling with you on the deck of the Sunny?

Check

Sharing and stealing food from each other's plate?

Check

Trading around Shanks' straw hat on the daily?

Double check

The closest he'll get to confessing is at a time where the two of you are alone in the crows nest together.

"After I became the king of the pirates, let's keep having adventures together." And he'll put his signature strawhat on your head.

"Who says I'm going anywhere? This is the ship of dreams right? Well my dream is for us to stay together forever. So make it come true, captain."

It's at that point he realizes he'd follow you anywhere you asked him to. The same way you were following him now.

Will Luffy baby you?

You're insane if you think he will.

Because it's just the two of you encouraging each other to do stupid shit.

Actively trying to outdo each other

Luffy catches a huge fish?

You're jumping in the water because you saw a shark.

You broke into the kitchen at night to steal from the fridge?

Luffy is lugging it out so you two can have a midnight snack in the middle of the deck.

Both of you are being chased by Pacifistas?

It's a game to see who can destroy more.

"Do you think if I start training after I eat I'll throw up?" You asked.

"Let's test it out!" Luffy encouraged.

Only to find out that yes, you will in fact throw up training after eating.

"Well now we know!"

Luffy will call you the most bizarre nicknames he can come up with.

Get used to: Meat stick, pork chop, swimmy (because you cannot swim for the life of you), cannonball, and some messed of version of your name. (Think of how he calls Law and Kidd, Traffy and Jaggy)

But occasionally, in the rarest moments known to man, he will call you his treasure.

Luffy will get incredibly jealous if someone outside of the crew talks to you.

With the Strawhats, he doesn't care. You all need to get along anyways.

Brook wants to play you a song to see if it's okay?

Fantastic because you two have the same taste in shanties.

Zoro wants to train with you and see if he can make his attacks any stronger?

Hell yeah! Kick his ass!

You're Sanji's taste tester?

Sneak him something out will ya?

Franky and Ussop want to test out a new invention on you?

So cool!!!!! Tell him what it does when you're finished!!!

He's over the moon with you spending time with them.

But if it's a marine, another pirate, or just a random citizen, he's fighting them.

He's incredibly immature and will not let anyone get too friendly with you.

Luffy will bite, and he will not let go until that person apologizes and leaves.

Man or woman, doesn't matter.

He's throwing hands, gum-gum gatling all the way.

Second gear if he's pissy enough.

All in all, you two don't need a brain to be able to tell you love each other.

Next Up: Uryu Ishida

An: I'm back baby. 🫶 (Also yes I watch one piece in dub pls don't bully me 👉👈)

MASTERLIST

[kafka-ish]

part 1

Patrick asks Art if he got the stuff and how much to which Art replies: yea just an 8th tho and Patrick replies Dude wtf

No dude. You never told me your dealer was hot!!!

Don’t bother. Asked if she’d trade head for half. Wouldn’t budge. Strict business or whatever.

Two seconds later: Still. I’d tap that.

Art decides against telling him about the sample he got. Sticks the joint you rolled in his desk drawer. Does weed have an expiration date? he wonders. He drops by Patrick’s who asks how the deal went. If you gave him a discount for it being his first time and all.

“How much’d she charge?” Patrick wonders aloud, comparing prices in his head, secretly hoping his friend got ripped off.

It takes Art awhile to settle on a number. He still doesn’t know the price of weed. “Like fifty?”

“For an eighth?” Patrick laughs at this like okay this chick is insane and Art realizes he said the wrong thing.

“She said it was the good stuff.” Art shrugs, trying to play it off.

“Whatever man, but you need to learn how to negotiate… So we gonna smoke this shit or what?”

Art begins to make appearances more frequently. But he has to be calculated with how he goes about this. Doesn’t want to seem desperate, hooked on fucking weed. How pathetic. He has to pace himself. At first his visits are periodic. Comes by a few times a month for his regular pick up. But he can’t get enough. Sporadic turns into every other week and every other week turns into Friday nights after his games or if not a tournament, practice. He’s at your door with takeout in hand. Something different every time; he keeps you on your feet and you like the surprise. Tacos, Thai, Lo Mien. Indian when he wins his matches.

You don’t smoke with him at first when he asks, though; you have a rule about smoking up with clients.

“Oh,” he says, feeling defeated. Disappointed that’s how you think of him.

“You still want that eighth?” you ask.

“Um, no. Actually I think I’m gonna go.”

“Art,” you say and the sound of your voice calling his name has him frozen in place. His hand is still on the knob for a moment before it drops, falls by his side. He wipes it on his pants, a habit he has. "Don't do this."

"What? Change my mind?"

"No--"

"You're not trying to peer pressure me, are you?" You wonder if Art's being serious right now. If he's using your methodology of paying tuition and groceries against you. It's your turn to freeze.

"Fine then. Leave. But just so you know I wasn't the one hitting up strangers for weed." You're calm when you say this, only making it harder for Art to reach for the door once more.

Of course, he comes crawling back. Ends up blowing up your phone.

Art: Hey

Art: I'm sorry for what i said the other day. I wasn't thinking. Obviously. It just hurt when u called me a customer. Which i guess i technically am. I dont kno.

Art: I think ur really cool

Art: I guess i just wanted to smoke with someone other than patrick

Art: Did i mention i think ur really cool

You roll your eyes at the thread of messages, how they still come in and your phone can't stop vibrating; you're not finished reading but it keeps pinging. Still, you're smiling. Can't help but read his texts over and over again before responding and you feel a heat on your cheeks when you haven't even lit up.

You text him the same thing when he always texts you after one of his games: My place 9?

"You think I'm cool, huh?" You nudge Art, sitting next to you on the couch. His legs are crossed, facing yours.

Art blushes at the question, the pressure you put him under. Finally musters up the courage to say, “yeah. Really cool.” Then leans in, does that thing that guys do where they grab your jaw, almost caresses it, then brings you in to kiss your lips. It’s soft. Gentle. Thinks he might hurt you if he’s not careful. And he doesn’t linger long but you can taste his chapstick. Mint. You miss him already when his lips leave yours and your tongue sweeps over where flesh once was, itching for another taste.

He sees this. Locks his lips on yours again. Instinct. It's just as quick and sweet as the first one. You feel him grin when his mouth meshes with yours and the sensation of his smile pressing into your cheeks gets you all giddy-like.

“So does that mean you’ll smoke with me?” His smile doesn’t leave when you pull away. And you see his eyebrows are raised while his eyes are blue and bright. A dash of hope shimmers in them and you can see your reflection in them.

“Yeah,” you say, hushed, almost a whisper as if you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud. You’re breaking your rules for him, is what Art’s thinking. And you tell yourself it’s just a one time exception but when he comes over next Friday you find yourself rolling a joint and passing it to him in between kisses.

And now it’s your routine.

He doesn’t need to text you asking for an eighth and you don’t need to tell him what time and place. He just shows up after practice. Of course, you expect him.

“I hope I didn’t get you addicted.”

“Nah.” Art’s lean frame is already hanging on the doorway and he doesn’t come inside immediately when you welcome him in. Instead, he takes you in his arms. They feel stronger each time. Plants a big wet kiss on your lips. And he is addicted. Just not what you think.

[theitgirlnetwork]

Girl. THANK YOU, thank you so much for creating the Better series! I am IN LOVE. I’m crying, I love your writing so much! I wanted to ask if it would be possible to request a one shot? I was thinking one where Charlotte gets really sick, and Lip dotes on her and takes care of her, and is really domestic? If not, that’s okay! Just wanted to let you know that I love your writing!

Note: I could bore y'all with the explanation about all the stuff I was doing...but I'll just offer the promise to do better now. Thank you so much for this, I received one other one from an anon similar to this. I'm so glad you enjoy my writing, to be honest these messages mean so much, I really appreciate y'all's investment, creativity and thinking about what you'd like to see from the characters. It's a little long and all over the place and angsty but I'm getting back in the swing. I love and appreciate you all for reading. I think I'm gonna keep doing one shots for a little as I get back into the swing of characters and then get back to the fics but there are chapters in the works. Let me know what you think <3

Warnings: Mentions of illness (some from research, some from personal experience); strong language

Better: Sick Fic

Lip adjusts his backpack on his shoulder as he digs his house keys out of his pocket. He grunts irritably as the keys slip between his fingers and tumble to his feet, head falling backward as he works up the strength to bend down and pick them up.

It’d been a long day. A really…really fuckin’ long day. He’d arrived at the office with 13 messages waiting for him and two programs he’d developed sent back down the line for absolute bullshit reasons. Then, he’d received a call from the lobby, letting him know that there was a piss soaked drunk man making a fucking spectacle out front, demanding to see his son, Lip, who works there. After encouraging the security to take Frank out back and beat him within an inch of his life, Lip hoped to settle into his office during lunch, eat the food his wife made him, and talk dirty to her on the phone to hold him over until he could go home.

None of that happened. Because his coworkers are fucking incompetent. And his boss is weirdly becoming obsessed with saying he was his protege or something and forcing him to take on tasks that have absolutely fucking nothing to do with his work. And the cherry on top, Charlotte didn’t pick up the phone. 

He’d called once, twice, three times, growing more and more worried with each dial tone and message of Hi, this is Charlotte Gallagher… Lip was already picking up his bag and logging off of his work computer when he received a vague text that lowered the nervous burning in his stomach to a strong simmer. Can’t talk, see you when you get home.

It makes the blond man feel slightly better that she responded, but this short, curt text left Lip other questions. Charlotte always wants to talk on the phone. Why was she not answering his calls? Is she mad at him? Hurt? Busy? No, not busy. They’re never too busy to answer each other’s calls. 

As he shoves the door to their townhome open his wide blue eyes scan the room for his wife. Lip haphazardly dumps his bag on the floor, stepping over his spilled belongings, making a mental note to come back and pick it up before Charlotte has to leave for work later. He expects to hear the quick clicking of her slippers shuffling across the floor to meet him. Even when she’s angry she always welcomes him home in one way or another. Either greeting him with bright eyes and a kiss or furrowed brows and crossed arms. But still, always there. Not this time. 

“Bunny, m’home.” He calls into the void, pausing to listen for a response of some sort of scoff, or high pitched harumph to start whatever rant she was about to ream him with. But nothing. No sound. No doors slamming. No sniffles born of fat, angry tears cried out of frustration because he’d fucked up in some way he’d already forgotten. Silence. 

Something Charlotte does know is that Lip doesn’t do well with being ignored. Call it abandonment issues, or narcissism, not being acknowledged triggers the fuck out of Lip. If…if this was some attempt at the silent treatment he doesn’t fuckin’ like it. His jaw clenches as he kicks off his shoes and starts to storm around the lower level of the home looking for her. “Charlotte.”

“Charlotte.” He pushes the downstairs bathroom door open, checking the kitchen and out back before heading up the steps. “Charlotte, c’mon, seriously?” 

He huffs as he turns the corner, his feet sinking into the cheap carpet on their hallway floors, rounding into their shared bedroom. The door is slightly ajar and all Lip can do is ponder why his wife would set herself up in their room and wait for him ominously like some kind of supervillain. That’s until he found her lying on the floor, still only wearing the ratty navy blue t-shirt from his cafeteria job and a pair of his boxers. Her brows furrow as he enters the room, but she remains unmoving on the floor as Lip moves closer, crouching next to her.

“Babe,” the blond starts, moving his hand to smoothe one of her fallen rollers from her forehead only to recoil away. “Jesus, Charlotte, what the fuck? You’re burning up!” He presses his hand down more aggressively this time, moving from her forehead to her neck, nudging her head out of his way with his knuckle.

Charlotte grunts and yawns, large brown eyes glassy as they flutter open to meet his blue ones that are storming with worry. “Bubba, you’re home…and you’re loud.” she pouts.

“What the fuck?” He whispers under his breath again, moving to sit fully on the floor as he inspects her closer. “You sick, Bunny?”

His wife just shifts, sitting up to move between his legs and lean her back against his back, trying to hide her face as she winces in pain with each movement, forcing cheer into her voice. “Phillip, m’fine, just sleepy.” She tries to reach behind his head and run her fingers through the soft hairs at the nape of her neck, and Lip shakes his head in distrust, catching her wrist when she can’t bite back the gasp from the sharp ache in her joints.

Echoes of Charlotte’s father’s voice fill Lip’s head. Do you know that she suffers from chronic pain. That she has sickle cell. Do you know that? Are you ready for that?  Is…should he be doing something? Calling someone? Fiona? She’s always taking care of him when he was sick. Maybe. Maybe her…maybe V? 

He fumbles in his pocket for his phone, only to realize he’d left it downstairs. He eyes the woman between his legs, feeling her body making stifled jerks, her teeth quietly chattering behind her closed lips. His beautiful girl’s normally vibrant, pink and brown lips muted versions of themselves. Dry. Dehydrated? 

“Let’s get you off the floor.” He murmurs, either to himself or to Charlotte, it was hard to tell. Lip is cautious as he hoists her into his arms, eyes locked on her as he carries her over to the bed, and lays her down. “Do you…um, what do you…did you eat?”

“M’not hungry.” she sighs, settling into the pillows, snuggling under the blankets, leading Lip to question if he should pull it off. She’s too hot. Isn’t she too hot?

“Okay, I’m gonna be right back. I’ll be right back, okay, Bunny?”

“Okay.” Charlotte hums weakly, eyes fluttering shut again before Lip can even make it out of the room. His chest clenches as he jogs down the steps, brain moving at rapid speed. He immediately digs through his discarded bag for his phone, pulling it out and dialing his older sister’s number.

“Come on, Fiona. Come the fuck on.” His teeth grind as he paces, once, twice across the living room floor before deciding to balance the still ringing phone between his ear and shoulder as he grabs ice from the fridge. He ignores the pins and needles in his hands as he shovels the cubes into a ziplock bag. Each ring of the phone before the dial tone hits pisses him off until he hears the voicemail prompt Fiona, you know what to do…except no the actual fuck he doesn’t. And thank you for absolutely nothing Fiona, and suddenly his phone is under the couch and its battery is somewhere against the wall because somebody might have thrown it. 

“Baby, here.” Lip mumbles as he pads back into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, worry growing as he notices that in the two minutes he’d been downstairs she’d already been back to sleep. He tries to push the baggy full of ice that he’d wrapped in a paper towel on her forehead, only for her to groan and push it away. 

“No, wait, Phillip-”

“Bunny, you have a fever, we need to cool it down.” He sighs, trying to push it forward again.

Charlotte holds his hand away, scooting further on the bed and wincing in pain again. “No, Phillip, it’s gonna make the pain worse. With what I have,  I can’t be cold, okay? No ice.” Her eyes soften as she watches him pull back, tossing the ice on the dresser.

Make the pain worse. Lip can't breathe. “Okay. Okay, so what can I do to help you?” 

“Maybe breathe, just a little bit. And tell the vein in your neck to chill out before it bursts. And..and you’re doing that thing you do. You know, when you’re upset, so you start annunciating each letter of each word you say. S’weird, bub.” She giggles through her chills and chattering teeth. “I’m fine, Bubba. Just come cuddle with me, I’ll warm up.”

“Charlotte.” Lip isn’t amused. His wife is sick and it’s not funny. He’d…distantly known, one day he’d be faced with Charlotte experiencing discomfort in some function. Her father’s words about her illnesses had yet to be confirmed by her so he’d assumed eventually they’d been a ploy to scare him into trying to send her back to her parents. But now, she was sitting before him, looking beautiful as ever, but sick. She looks weak. And all he can think is how he’d missed it. This morning, how slowly she’d moved, how she’d fallen back asleep when he showered. The lack of texts and calls. Were her eyes that glassy then? Was she in pain like this all day?

And so Lip decided he was the worst husband ever. It’s not the first time he’d come to that conclusion, but this time he really felt it. He should’ve rushed home. Hell he should’ve stayed home. He had all night to berate himself. Charlotte had almost immediately fallen asleep after he’d climbed into bed with her. Her hand that’d been rubbing slow circles on his chests halted and got heavier. 

So, Lip got to work. He slid out from underneath her, and snuck downstairs to grab his work laptop. Ideally, his source for symptoms for sickle cell crises would be a doctor, or someone else who’d actually had an idea of what they were doing, but google would have to do for now. He’d turned the screen light down and carried the laptop upstairs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lip sat up all night, rotating between reading horrific facts and worse-case scenarios and sticking his finger under his wife’s nose to make sure she was breathing. His eyes burned as he would take breaks from reading to stare at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, feeling the paranoia fill his own.

“Uh, thanks, V.” Lip places the machine onto the counter before pulling his wife’s cousin into a hug. “Sorry you didn’t get to say hi, she’s uh..really tired lately.” 

Charlotte’s not getting better. 

No matter what Lip does, she won’t just fucking get better. For three days, he played her game. At least a little. He agreed not to involve anyone else. He went to the pharmacy and bought her tylenol for the pain and the headaches. He wrapped her in heating pads and his arms, staring down at her with pools of worry. He let her sleep as much as she wanted. On the condition that he could watch to make sure she woke up. 

She’d tell him over and over she was fine, and that this feeling would pass. She refused to call it what it was and tried to carry on with business as usual. But Lip’s not stupid. Charlotte’s either going into crisis or already in it. 

He hasn’t been to work in 3 days. 

He hasn’t showered alone in 3 days.

He hasn’t slept more than an hour at a time in 3 days. 

The first and only time he’d left the house was to get the medicine and heating pads. The first person he’d spoken to aside from Charlotte had been V. 

Fiona had called from some fucking detention center. Something about a mix up and a boyfriend was what the voicemail said. Lip had sent her a text to go fuck herself before blocking her number. That was day 2. That day, Charlotte had tried to hide from Lip as she cried in pain in their bed while he brought her lunch. He didn’t have time for the bullshit. And at 4:00am leading into day 3, she’d tried to sneak and go to the bathroom by herself, and got so dizzy she fell back on the bed, alerting her husband. 

That’s when Lip tried to call her parents. 

“Don’t call them!”

“Charlotte, you’re sick! We have to call your parents.”

“I’m fine!”

“You’re sick, I don’t know how to fucking help you, I’m calling them, okay? Jesus, fucking-Bunny, Bun…Charlotte you have to stop crying, you’re gonna make your chest tight.”

It was too late. So they had to compromise.

Lip called V. V brought Charlotte’s nebulizer, kissed her forehead and left. It was an older one. A big clunky machine, with tubes and plugs. Different liquids that need to be poured into it at different measurements. All of this shit just to help the love of his life breathe normally. To get her lungs to work at their full capacity. Lip swallows the lump in his throat as he puts the mask around her pretty face, watching as liquid medicine turns to fog for her to breathe in.  The sound of the machine fills the room as Charlotte falls asleep again, and Lip goes downstairs.

He scrubs his hands down his face before going to the kitchen to start making her a grilled cheese to eat when she wakes back up and the doorbell rings. Lip assumed V had forgotten something during her brief visit. He wasn’t expecting for his fuck up sister to have the audacity to be standing at his doorstep. “Yeah, fuck that, get the fuck out of here.” he sneers, turning and pushing the door to close behind him, only for her to catch it with her foot.

“Lip, why didn’t you tell me Charlotte’s sick?” Fiona’s lip curls as she takes in his disheveled form, his hair and clothes eskew and stained, very similar to the state of the kitchen and living room. “This place is a mess.”

“You know, I’m not sure why you’re still here.” The blond snatches a red notebook off the couch, producing a pen from behind his ear and scribbling in it. “What time is it?”

“I’m here to help,” She picks two plastic bags off of the floor and folds them in on each other. “Clearly you need it-”

“Fuck you. The time? Can’t find my goddamn watch-”

“9:36. Why?”

Lip huffs, running a hand through his uncombed hair. “Why are you here? Like you said, my wife’s sick, and none of the drugs she’s taking can get you high so, you’ll have to take your bender elsewhere-”

“Okay, fuck you, because if you’d un-fucking block me you’d know that was a mixup and I’m completely clean. I’m gonna ignore the fact that you’re being a complete asshole right now because I’m here to help my sister, alright? Move. What’s that burning smell?”

“Fuck!” Lip rushes over to the stove and takes the pan with the crispy remains of a grilled cheese and throws it in the sink. He kicks at the cabinet in front of the sink and tugs at his strands again. “Fuck, fucking-I needed help 3 days ago! My wife is fucking sick and I don’t know what to do. It’s not a cold. She’s not going through withdrawals or ODing. She was literally just fucking born with something that could kill her and I have the fucking nerve to be tired. She can’t move. Her bones hurt. She gets a fever for nothing. She can’t fucking breathe right. And I’m tired. Be-because I can’t sleep. I have to watch her. A-and, my mind is constantly trying to think of what she needs next. I’ve got a fucking notebook full of medications and times so I can keep them straight I want her to get better. I need her to get better now.”

Fiona stands quietly as her little brother tries to even out his breathing. She takes careful steps forward, sweeping the tears from his cheeks before using her sleeve to wipe the snot from his nose. It’s easy to forget. Lip is a man now. But every now and then, Lip reminds her he’s only 20 years old. That he’s her first baby. 

“Go take a long shower.” She says, taking her bag off her shoulder.

“I can’t, I need to check on Charlotte.” He sniffs. “I don’t like leaving her alone that long.”

“I’ll check on her. You can’t take care of her if you’re not taking care of yourself. Plus you’re gross.”

Charlotte is sitting up in the bed by the time Lip comes back to their room. It was the first time in 3 days that they’d been apart for an hour. Fiona had brought her a new grilled cheese sandwich and wiped the tear tracks from her own face when she acknowledged that she’d heard Lip’s breakdown from before because her nebulizer had turned off.  The younger woman used shaky hands to pick at her nails as she watched the door for her husband after her sister left.

She felt guilty that he had to take care of her so much. Charlotte had always had health issues, and they’re a lot on anyone. Her parents had even hired help when they were really bad when she was younger. She has always had her own feelings about feeling like her body betrays her randomly sometimes, that excruciating pain can come from nowhere and occasionally her parents would use that as a way to control her.

 But Lip isn’t like that. He just cares. He cares to the point that he’s angry for her. At the situation. At himself. She can feel him. Looking at her at night, making sure she’s breathing. Kissing her temple and trying to massage the migraines from her head. She knows he called her parents despite her wishes. And she felt his disappointment and desperation when they told him that since she decided she was grown, she was on her own. Her husband spent the past few days driving himself insane, just in hopes of her getting a little bit better. And she couldn’t even promise him that.

“Hey, baby, you’re up.” He smiles softly, tugging on a pair of pajama pants over his boxers. 

“Boo, I was enjoying the show.” Charlotte offers him a tired grin back.

He shakes his head, placing a hand on the back of her neck under the guise of pulling her into a kiss, not very discreetly feeling to see if she has a fever. “Fuckin’ perv.” Lip presses his lips against hers once, twice, before resting his forehead against hers. “Pain level.”

“3.”

“So 6.” He sucks his teeth, “Headache?”

“Nope.” she pops the ‘p’, rubbing his nose with hers and pouting at his disapproving look. “Promise.”

“You have to be fucking honest, Bunny, really, we can’t play with your health.” 

“I’m fine-” she groans, pushing him away lightly only to pause when she sees his face. It’s stoic and strict. Almost angry. Almost, if not for the water glittering on his waterline. 

“I don’t have to say the fucking words, I know you don’t want me to say them. But, I need you. So we need to handle this right. I have to take care of you, because this is freaking me the fuck out, baby. I know it’s fucking annoying that I keep waking you up, and making you take things you don’t wanna take. I know you don’t want me to carry you around, but Charlotte, please. Seriously. Fuckin’ please.”

Charlotte bites her bottom lip, eyes slipping closed, she reaches up, waiting for her husband to lean down into her arm. He does, encasing her, holding her. Like glass, she hates this. But she can understand. If Lip looked the way she looked, felt the way she felt, she’d feel horrible. “Okay. My…my head hurts a little bit.”

“Okay.” Lip nods against her shoulder, reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing the tylenol bottle and the glass of water Fiona had left. Charlotte opens her mouth and Lip places the small white pill in her mouth, ignoring the shiver of familiarity he gets from it and reasoning to himself how different this is from anything with his own parents. “Thank you, Bunny.” He breathes as he watches her swallow down the water he holds to her lips. 

“Thank you, Bubba.” She scoots over and pats the space in the bed next to her. “Time for my other medicine.”

Blue eyes roll as he climbs under the covers, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her to his chest. “You’re so fuckin’ corny.” Lip relaxes a little as he nuzzles his nose against her head, breathing her in and feeling her heartbeat as his fingers run along her wrists. “You’re starting to have the energy to make stupid jokes again, so you must be getting better.”

Charlotte hums as he smooths his hands along her arms, stomach and legs. Her head drops back against his shoulder. “Eh, I wouldn’t take out that life insurance on me just yet.”

Lip brings her hand to his lips kissing her wrist before speaking against it. “Fuckk, there goes that vacation I was supposed to take my other wife on.”

“Yeah, Helene will simply have to wait.”

“Eyes and mouth closed, brat.” he snorts.

"Phillip?" she starts.

He sighs, letting his own eyes slip shut, resting his head on hers. "I'll be fine when you are, Bunny." And he means it. Charlotte is Lip's life. His wife is the best thing that's ever happened to him. He...was overwhelmed earlier. But he'd loose 3 more days sleep. He'd keep a million notebooks. Keep track of hundreds of medications. Just to see her feeling better again. "Just get better for me, baby."

[jackhues]

new au idea (m.tkachuk!daughter) lmk ur thoughts!!

on december 17th, 2019, delilah/lilah was born. matthew has just turned 22 a few days ago, and he didn't want a kid. he told mom he'd pay for child support, but he didn't want to be a part of her life because he was too young, he was too into hockey.

he never bought any presents for her, simply sent a monthly stipend to mom bcz he didn't want any attachment. he gave a little more money than needed to mom, but it still wasn't much to him.

his parents weren't super happy, but they live with his decision. brady and taryn fought with him for a while, but then decided that she's their niece even if he doesn't want to be the dad. uncle brady and aunt taryn are a part of delilah's life and she loves them.

mom has a history of drug abuse, but she'd been clean for a few years when she met matthew. she'd collect the extra money he gave, promising it's for a bday present for lilah, but she ended up giving up and relapsing. she did this a few times, but no one found out and she always promised herself it'd be the "last time".

on april 5th, 2023, (lilah's 3) when brady went to visit mom and lilah in florida while he was versing his brother, he found mom high out of her mind. he basically ran in the house looking for lilah, and found her crying in a corner behind her bed, too scared to get out. brady took her and left.

he called matthew, who didn't pick up, so he ended up driving straight to his house. matthew opened the door and saw brady with a kid and was so confused until brady was like "it's your kid. this is delilah."

matthew's pissed like "why tf would you bring her here? i've already talked to her mom, we've got an agreement--"

"does that agreement still hold when she's high out of her mind?" brady asked. "when she's scared lilah so much she didn't want to come out from her corner behind the bed?"

and matthew's like ...shit. he looks at lilah, who's pretending to be asleep soundly in brady's arms and he doesn't know what to do anymore.

brady puts lilah on matthew's bed and is like to him, "look, idc what your problem is with having a kid. but her mom's got some issues, and at least until she works them out, you gotta watch her. she's your kid." and when matthew looks unconvinced, he adds, "yk what? if you don't want her, fine. but you're still her dad, and legally, her guardian. i need you to watch her until taryn or i can get custody."

and matthew snaps out of it and he's like, "i don't need one of you guys to take custody. she's my kid. i've got her."

and brady's shocked bcz that's the first time matthew's acknowledged it, but he's feeling accomplished, so he heads out.

matthew looks at lilah sleeping in his much too big bed and is like, "brady's gone. are you still gonna pretend to be asleep?"

and lilah opens her eyes and sits up, looking matthew in the eyes. she doesn't ask him if he's her dad, she doesn't ask him where she is, she simply goes, "are you gonna keep me away from mommy?"

matthew sighs and lilah flinches (which breaks his heart) but he sits on the floor and is like, "your mommy is not feeling good right now. until the doctors can get her better, until she can get herself better, you'll be staying with me."

and lilah's like, "i don't wanna go back to mommy. she's scary. can i stay with you? you're uncle brady's brother, right? my dad?"

and matthew doesn't know how to answer the first question, so he just nods and goes, "yeah, i'm your dad. and i know you've got a hundred more questions, but right now, you need to sleep, okay? you had a long day."

"can i hold your hand?" lilah asks. "mommy ripped apart my bernie (a stuffy she has) and now i need to hold something."

so matthew scooches a little closer and let's lilah wrap her tiny fingers around his hand and she falls asleep for real this time.

and for the first time, matthew's feeling this connection with a kid he never even saw, and he's like "i'm not letting anyone hurt you like that again, i promise."

let me know what you guys think of this :))

EDIT: this is now an au, here's the navigation page!

[theywantedplayer]

Hi! Can you please do a Nico fic where the reader is someone in the team’s sister like Jack’s or Jesper’s? Maybe the reader and Nico like each other or are already secretly dating and the brother is super protective?

You and Nico have only been dating for around 4 months , you both told your brother Jack a month into the Relationship. You and Nico were a Little nervous to tell him that you were his sister and Nico being his teammate after all, but Jack took the news quite well. He knew Nico was a great guy but  Jack always had a fear of you getting hurt. Even though you were a year older than him

Nico and Jack started living together during Jack's second season with the devils, so you were around their apartment a lot. But one day you and Nico got into a little bit Of a disagreement.

“Nico I don't understand why you can't take a day to come to this event with me” You said “It's important to me, I'm getting an award for my work!”

“Y/n its the middle of the season i'm busy you know this!” he groaned. Nico hated arguing with you, it made him even more annoyed. 

“It's 2 hours of your time Nico, that's all I ask!” You told

“And I told you I have an interview I cant Y/n I just can't I would If i could” He spoke

“Then do it! Reschedule the interview”  you whined

“ I can't I just cant, I've had to reschedule this interview three times in the past”his voice rose as he spoke only making you raise yours

“You know how many times i've Canceled on friends or postponed plans to go to your games sooo many times Nico”     “Y/n I kno-”   But you cut him off “No Nico you clearly don't know”

There was a long stretch of silence, you both just standing awkwardly in his apartment Until you walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed your car keys and made your way to the door.

“Where are you going?” Nico asked chasing after you 

“Out” was all you respond with 

“Keep your phone on so I know you're safe” yes you too were In the middle of an argument but that doesn't mean that he's not going to make sure you're safe “I love you”  but the only response he got was you slamming the apartment door in his face .

Nico sighed rubbing his hands in his face 

“Fuck” He Whispered

He turned around to the sound of one of the bedroom doors opening, Seeing Jack in the doorway.

“What the fuck did you do man” He asked. Nico walked to the kitchen counter leaning up against it.

“You know how Y/n got that award for her project at work?” Jack nodded in response “Well it's tomorrow but I have that interview, the one i've Had to reschedule three times and if i cancel it will look bad” Nico explained 

Jack paused before be reapsoned “I think your a fucking Idoit”

Nico was shocked at Jack sudden choice of words 

“You'd rather go to an interview than go to your girlfriends and my sister award show, You know how many times she has canceled going out with her friends to go see your games”  Jack told him

“I know I just-”

“No Nico you don't know, She goes to every single dinner, game and event that involves you,You have to cancel stuff too” He told Nico

 Jack was right and Nico knew it,  Nico knew how many times you had to cancel plans with your friends, sometimes even getting into fights with your friends cuz they were upset that you would cancel plans to go to one of his games.

“Fuck” Nico groaned

“Yea fuck is  right so before she gets home your gonna make a call and cancel the interview and when she does get home your gonna Apologize?” Jack said. Nico nodded in response as Jack walked back into his bedroom.

 Nico did end up making the call and canceling the interview. The people on the other line of the phone were quite annoyed but Nico had to do it. Now, he was nervously waiting on the couch for you to come home. Around 45 minutes later the apartment door opened and Nico was met with a still Very annoyed you,  you looked and saw Nico sitting on the couch and quickly made a beeline for your guys' bedroom not wanting to talk to him still.

 Nico quickly stood up and followed you into the bedroom calling your name but you wouldn't turn around.

“I canceled the interview,” He said. You stopped moving but didn't turn around so Nico kept going. ‘You were right you have  canceled more things in this Relationship and that's unfair I haven't been putting 100% in when I should have been Im sorry” 

 you slowly turned around to look at Nico 

“Thank you, That's all i wanted” You told

[nattylvr]

When you get a taste, can you tell me what’s my flavor?

requested\ yes

a/n: i got a request for a Tai slowburn, so you know i had to make it a homoerotic friendship, hope you enjoy it💞

warnings: best friends longing for each other, talk about exes, a little bit of angst

summary: You and Taissa were just friends, right?

Taissa was your best friend, nothing more, nothing less. You were on the same soccer team and you did everything together, but that’s normal, right?

Anyhow, her birthday was this Saturday and you made it your personal mission to let her have the best birthday ever, the one she’ll always remember. The whole squad was in on it, you already agreed with Lottie to have it at her huge ass house, nicely decorated. Nat and Van were gonna take care of the booze, and Jackie and Shauna were on food. You had the hardest task of all, and that was to convince her to show up. You’d thrown her a rager, with the whole school invited basically, but it wasn’t any good if she wasn’t there. Now, she loves parties, big ones, but convincing her to casually go to Lottie’s house on her birthday? That was gonna be tough, since Tai is known to be stubborn.

“How do you think i should convince her to come?” You asked Lottie, who was sat next to you at our lunch table

“What, you haven’t told her yet?” Lottie asked a little shocked

“No, of course not! I want it to be a surprise!” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world

“Jesus Christ…I have no idea. But you better figure it the fuck out, or it’ll all have been for nothing!” Lottie said annoyed

“I kno-“

“What will have been for nothing?” Taissa asked, appearing behind us

“Uhh, my studying for the math quiz, if I don’t do well” Worst lie in history. Lottie seemed to think so as well when she had to hold back a laugh

“I’ll meet you guys later” Lot said getting up, the tension could’ve been cut with a knife

Tai sat across me, you kept eating and refusing to look her in the eye.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Tai asked knowing you couldn’t lie for too long

“No, everything is good…I mean not like good, just like…normal.” Good job!

“Mhm…and I definitely didn’t hear you talking about a surprise, right?” She asked staring right at my soul

“Fine, God I threw you a party…and it was supposed to be a surprise.” You said defeated

“Wha- Wait like a legit party?” Tai asked

“Yeah It’s at Lottie's, I made like a thousand written and copied invitations for our entire class and it said ‘Don’t mention to Taissa’ with these big red letters” When you told her about it you sounded kinda dorky to yourself, but it didn’t seem that way to her at all

“Don’t shy away, that’s so sweet of you! And I’ll totally act surprised in front of the others if you want me to.” She said holding your hand on the table gently

“Oh will you, reallyyy?” You asked her, you really wanted the girls to think she was mesmerized by your oh so hard work

“Yeah, sure.” She said not letting go of your hand

That was a success, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of only one thing.

Her hand was so soft

You just wanted to hold it forever. But that’s normal for best friends, right?

Yet there you were, supposed to be focusing on a test while thinking of Taissa’s hands

When school was done, you got in your car, of course you were giving Tai a ride, so you waited for her. It is safe to say when you saw her exiting school you were not happy. She was walking with Van who she used to date. In her defense they did break up on good terms, but you still didn’t like it. But that’s normal, you were just looking out for your friend, right?

“Hey sweetie” Tai said opening the passenger seat door and getting in

“Hi love…so what are you gonna wear tomorrow?” You asked her in anticipation

“Well I was thinking that orange dress, with the headband, they match” She said touching up her gloss, looking in her compact mirror

“I’m not sure whether to wear a dress at all.”

“You should, you always wear baggy clothes.” Tai said

“Why does that matter?” You asked her as you started to drive

“Well you look super hot when you dress up.”

She was leaning her head against the seat looking right at you. At this point you were really hoping she wouldn’t notice the slight redness that spread across your cheeks. I mean it’s still normal to blush when your friend compliments you…

As you got home you basically tried on your entire closet. You really wanted her to be impressed by your look, and didn’t even realize it had been hours. How is it possible you have quite literally nothing to wear? However in a time of crisis you dialed the first person who came to mind for fashion advice.

“Jackie! I need serious help.” You leaned against the wall, whining to her on the phone

“What’s going on?” She didn’t even need to ask who called, that kinda humbled you

“I need fashion advice! Like what the fuck do I wear for Tai to think I’m hot?” That last part must’ve just slipped out…

“What? Why would you want Tai to think you’re hot?” She asked, sounding genuinely confused

“Just forget I said that, but pleaseeeee Jackie You have to lend me something!”

“Fine, fine…I’ll give you the red dress, the one I gave Shauna some time ago”

“The boob dress?”

“That would be the one…”

“Okay, you’re the best. Love ya mwah mwah” You said, not waiting for her to say anything before hanging up

You still couldn’t shake the feeling of quite a few things. Why were you so obsessed with Taissa thinking you look good? And why were you so envious of Van, it didn’t make any sense to you. You kept thinking about these things until you fell asleep and the next day subtly rolled around. You were woken up by the doorbell at around 10am, and your mother calling you over, telling you that it’s for you.

“Jackie, hey” You said, opening the door and seeing the paper bag in her hand

“Hey, I came to drop off the dress…you look like shit, did you sleep okay?” She asked bluntly

“Gee, thanks…I slept okay I just have a lot on my mind.” Well you weren’t lying

“If you say so, here you go.” She said handing me the bag

“Thanks. Wanna come in?” You didn’t really want her to, but you did ask her to be polite

“No I have to go to back home, my mom is having people over for brunch…I’ll see you tonight.”

“Okay, bye.”

As the day slowly but agonizingly passed, you started getting ready. You did your makeup all nice, same for your hair, and were genuinely amazed by how good your boobs looked in that dress. Now you were supposed to pick up Tai.

Why were you so nervous over it

Nevertheless, you made it to her house, watching her exit her home. You jaw almost went slack on the floor because of how beautiful she looked. How was it even possible?

“Happy birthday Tai!” You squealed when she entered the car

“Thank you love” She said putting on her seatbelt and smiling at you

“ I’m so excited to get fucked up” You said as you started driving over to Lottie’s

“Yeah well not too fucked up, you know how you get” She said mockingly

“I’m not that bad at all!” You try to defend yourself

“Dude you are so lightweight.” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world

You had a small pit in your stomach as you parked by the house. It was a gnawing feeling that something was gonna happen and ruin your mood. But for the time being you chose to ignore it and make sure Tai has fun. She played off the fake surprise perfectly, and you lot got to partying your asses off.

But that gross gut feeling turned out to be true. The more she drank the more she hung out with Van. They were all touchy and it was making you sick. Drink after drink you started losing your mind, and danced with the first person who asked you to do so. Little did you know Taissa was on the verge of tears when she saw you grinding against someone else.

You didn’t even know how you felt anymore. Everything was fuzzy and you couldn’t make out a single familiar face. That is, until you saw Natalie sitting by the bonfire with her burnout friends, deciding to go and recollect yourself there.

“Hey Nat”

“Oh, hi” She said. You could see she was high off her ass.

“You havin’ fun?” She asked

“No.” Natalie was easy to talk to, especially when you were both out of it

“Oh, what happened?” She asked nonchalantly, but you knew she did care

“I think I’m in love with my best friend.” You couldn’t believe you actually said it out loud. After all this time denying it to yourself and everyone around you, it felt a bit freeing

“Yeah no shit” She said with a small chuckle

“That obvious?”

“…Yeah” Nat said confronting you

“You should drink some water”

“So should you”

“Touchè”

___________________________________________

After sobering up a little you found yourself playing truth or dare with about 20 kids. Tai and Van were still attached at the hip, it made you wanna throw up.

“Okay, birthday girl. Truth or dare?”

You didn’t really catch who asked her

“Hmm…dare” Taissa said holding her red solo cup and taking a sip of her beer

“I dare you…to make out with your little girlfriend”

Van, they were talking about Van. Your heart flipped as you silently prayed she wouldn’t go through with it.

“Dare’s a dare” She said as she kissed her ex. You couldn’t even take it, so you ran off to your car, sitting in it and weeping for a few minutes until you heard someone come in

___________________________________________ Taissa’s POV

I kissed Van and it felt almost nauseating. She was into it, eveyone was. Kinky teenage boys screaming for us, which made it so much worse. As i finally pulled away i noticed that y/n was gone. I sat there not sure what to do. I went to the kitchen to get a drink and take my mind off of her.

“Well you successfully made her jealous” Van’s voice.

“What?” I asked, knowing full well that was what I tried to do

“Your best friend, the one who basically ran off?” Van said

“I wasn’t trying to-“ I try to defend myself

“Look Tai, her car’s still out front. Do what you gotta do” Van said and her words cut deep as a knife. I basically ran over to her, as i found her with ruined mascara and that awful, sad look in her eyes.

___________________________________________ Your POV

“Taissa?” You said as you saw her with a worried look on her face

“Listen, I was such an idiot for doing that, but I’m here now, okay?” She said completely out of breath

“Tai what are you-“

You were cut off by her lips pressing against yours. She captured you in the sweetest kiss you had ever exchanged, the perfect first one. As her arms were around your neck, your hands found her waist, pulling her flush against you

“That.”

[jiecomic]

Chapter 6.5- A deal between two collectors

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"So you failed?" Iron Fan asked with a thrilling voice "To rob a girl?"

If only the Bull clone had still it's legs he would run away or at least hide, but he came before his master in pieces.

Iron Fan sighed while covering her face with one hand "What did I ever expect..." she muttered to herself "Hope this new power source is going to make them less... helpless" she glanced again at the clone with despised look "take him away from my sight!"

Hearing the order one Bull clone came to take the pieces of his robot colleague and instantly run from the room. Then it came back for an arm that accidentally fallen from his arms before.

Iron Fan sighed even more loudly when she was already done with them.

She wanted to cherish this silent for a while but was disturbed by a sound of footsteps.

"WHAT IS IT!...now?" She hesitated as she saw no one in the room

"Princess Iron Fan" suddenly she heard a voice from behind, it belonged to an old man for sure "May I take a minute of your precious time?"

Iron Fan looked back and saw a person in the black cloak which was covering almost every part of his body, but the lower part of his face with showed a big grin was very well noticeable.

"Who are you?! And what do you want?" Iron Fan inquired trying to sound dangerous, but something was making her wary about that person

"Don't need to be angry" the man took a few steps back to make princess fell more comfortable " I came in hope for a little... business"

" Business...?"

" I hear that you are a collector, well I am too" he spoke slowly with a clear voice "And the thing is that I'm searching for something, and hoped that maybe... you have it?"

Iron Fan was taken aback for a second but she continued the talk " And what exactly do you seek for?"

'If he's gonna say anything about dragon blade I swear I-'

"The mirror blade"

"..."

" How... how do you kno-"

" I guess you really have it, can I have a look?"

That man's attitude was starting to get on her nerves.

" Wait a minute!" She pointed at him with one hand as if she was stopping him "Do you know what kind of weapon the mirror blade is?!

" Of course" he responded hiding his hands behind his back " It's an ancient weapon which was created two thousands years ago by the gods as a gift for the Fox Demon King thought it was stolen by an ancient demon warrior. Thanks to this blade even heavens were afraid to interrupt the demon's rampage, a few centuries later they were defeated, so the sword was taken away and the demon was killed. There is a legend that the mirror blade was dedicated only to that owner so it has never let anyone else use it and was soon forgotten."

Iron Fan looked at the man in silent thinking.

'So he wasn't joking'

Unexpectedly she chuckled and summoned a wind around her, when it was gone she was holding a blade covered in purple light.

He didn't show it, but Iron Fan saw that the men's heart beat faster at that moment.

"Not so fast" she stated and pulled the blade closer to her chest as she saw the man reaching for it " You can't leave me empty handed. It doesn't matter if anyone can use this blade or not, it's still powerful so... you need to give me something in return" at the end she smiled mischievously

" And what exactly do you want?" The man seemed to be a little annoyed for a moment

" You said that you're a collector too, so give me something with the same value as the mirror blade, then I'm gonna give it to you right away"

For a moment he was silent.

Iron Fan was ready to protect herself in case if he wanted to get the blade by using force, but he just smirked.

" Alright... We have a deal" he stated and turned around to go

" One week" the princess added "The deal will be off by this time, I don't like wasting my precious time"

"... understood" he disappeared in the shadow

When he was already out of anyone's sight he took off the hood showing his short dark hair which become longer in few seconds, his eyes turned red and a tail popped out of the cape.

Jie looked at the DBK's house for the last time and with a frown on her face she disappeared in the pink dust.

Jie was surprised to hear a knock into her doors and even more surprised when she saw Mei standing before them.

" Drago-ahem I mean Mei, whaaaat are you doing here?"

'And how did you know when I live'

" I was just wandering around, and then I noticed your house, nice house by the way, and I thought maybe you know... emm..." Mei was mumbling half of the sentence, probably because she didn't get ready to talk to Jie

" You want to come in?" Jie suggested, surprised by her own offer

Before she got the answer Mei was already inspecting her whole house from the inside.

'I will regret this for sure'

She closed the door and glanced at the girl who was now seating comfortable on the couch.

'Should I offer her something?'

It was embarrassing but Jie didn't have guest for centuries now and she completely didn't know what to do.

Then she noticed something hanging on Mei's back.

" Nice sword" she pointed at the dragon blade

" Right!" Mei replied with the sparks in her eyes " It was passed to me just yesterday cause I showed this Bull clone not to stand in my way! Aaaand I also showed my family that I'm totally worthy and all that staff" She added spinning the blade in her hand while standing on the table

" Good for you"

" Yeah... Well I didn't beat that bull clone all by myself so..."

'So she knows... this girl might be smarter that she acts'

" I'm pretty sure that you would do fine just by yourself" Jie spoke as she sat on the armchair

" Still thank you"

Jie just nodded with a little blush on her cheeks.

'Wait... WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?! I'm not supposed to be chitchatting with her! I need to be wary! Don't forget- she's a dragon, she's a dragon, she's a damn drago-'

"Wait... is that?" Suddenly Mei stood up from her sit and came closer to kitchen, then she looked down at Gou with an emotionless glare "A PUPPY?!"

Okey forget about the last part...

" What a cutie! What is his name?! Is it he or she? Does it like being pet?!" The amount of questions was raising and there wasn't even one that got the answer

Well at this point Jie... was ready to trust that girl with all her heart.

A person who sees the hidden cuteness of  Gou can't be bad after all.

And... as Jie watched Mei hugging Gou... an old memory have flashed before her eyes... the memory of the person as silly as Mei and... a person Jie once considered a friend...

She smiled softly as she finally knew how much can she trust Mei.

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[unclewaynemunson]

Wingman Wayne - Ronance Edition pt4 :D | Read from the beginning | Read on ao3

It hasn't even been five minutes since Robin came home from work, when the phone in the hall starts ringing. And she has some suspicions about who the caller might be.

She squints at the phone like it's personally offending her, considers for a few moments to just let it ring – but she can't. She doesn't want to be a completely cruel person, this is already gonna be awful enough as it is.

'Hi,' says Nancy, sounding slightly breathless, when Robin picks up the phone. 'How was your day?'

 'Um – gr...ay.'

'Gray?' Nancy repeats, confused.

Robin flinches. She had meant to say “great” but decided halfway that that would probably sound weirdly enthusiastic regarding the conversation they were about to have so she changed it to “okay” and – yeah. This is embarrassing.

'Yeah – I mean, the weather. Was. Very bad. Lots of rain and shit.' She cringes at herself, talking awkwardly about the goddamn weather, glad that Nancy isn't able to see how beet-red she has gotten so at least some of her dignity will stay intact.

'Tell me about it,' Nancy says, 'I got soaked at least three times today, it was the worst. But I was thinking...' There's a slight pause before Nancy continues, 'If we're feeling optimistic enough to believe the forecasts, it'll clear up by the weekend, so maybe we could go for a walk or something? There's this tea garden at the other side of the woods, I know a nice scenic route from Lover's Lake, what do you think?'

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Robin squeezes her eyes shut. Why, oh why, did Nancy have to come up with the most fucking perfect date idea in existence? God, she can almost touch the scene in her head: walking side-by-side with Nancy, the sun filtering through the leaves and shining a golden light onto Nancy’s curls, her cute nose going slightly red from the early spring sunrays, their arms brushing together every other step until Nancy will feel brave enough to grab Robin's hand and lace their fingers together; the flowers blooming in all kinds of pretty colors in the fields surrounding the tea garden, the taste of mint or some herbal melange on her tongue, Nancy's hands wrapped around her mug as she laughs at something insanely funny Robin is telling her...

No. No. Her stupid brain should most definitely not be going there.

She sighs.

'I have to tell you something,' she blurts out, before weakness can overpower her and make her say something stupid like Yes, this is the best idea ever, I’d love to go with you, can I please kiss you already?

'Oh.'

And in that single word, she can already hear the disappointment dripping from Nancy's voice. Damn it, she hates this so fucking much.

'Yeah, it’s not good... So, um, remember that I told you how my best friend is the one who set me up with you? The one whose boyfriend is Mr. Munson's nephew?'

'Oh God,' Nancy says, sounding truly horrified. 'You're actually in a relationship with him and cheating on him?'

'What – no, God, no!' Robin exclaims. 'Why is that the first thing that comes to your mind?!'

'I don't know, you sounded so ominous so I just went straight to worst-case scenario!'

Nancy is perfectly mirroring Robin's own panicked energy and she realizes she has to keep her head cool now if she doesn't want this whole conversation to become even more of a mess.

She takes a deep breath and continues in a somewhat more collected voice, 'Okay, so maybe not worst-worst-case scenario, then. But um... He didn't actually know anything about you when he set us up. So we only found out today that he – Steve – had been trying to set me up with his ex.'

There's a silence. 'Steve Harrington is your best friend?' Nancy then asks.

'Yeah, crazy, right,' Robin confirms. 'I'm really sorry, Nancy. I had so much fun with you last night, seriously. And you're really cool and badass and generally amazing. But I'm not gonna be dating my best friend's ex. I can't do that to Steve. I mean, I basically know everything about what went down between the two of you, and it's not like he harbors any resentment – I actually think he still respects you a lot – but... It still feels wrong, you know?'

There's a sigh, distorted through the phone. 'Yeah, I get that,' Nancy says, in a small voice that's kind of breaking Robin's heart already. 'Honestly, that completely makes sense. And honestly, I wouldn’t want to add to his hurt either. I already did that more than enough, back when - you know.‘ She sighs again. ‘For what it's worth: I had a lot of fun with you, too, yesterday.'

Pt5

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[mypookiebeardavyjones]

To Choose

Davy Jones needs to decide to give up the love he has, or the lost love he had.

It was quiet on the flying dutchman, silent it was a rare occasion really- most of its crew would be riled up playing their one and only game but… Tonight was simply not that night, exhaustion had filled them all.

Except for two, well you of course and the flying Dutchman's feared captain… Davy Jones himself.

Instead of terrifying he was laying in his quarters to himself; on rare occasions he would be all by himself without his organ.

You on the other hand were standing by his side, keeping him company in silence. You were his lover- the only person he allowed to get this close and personal with. The only person he allowed to share his quarters with.

You looked over at him with a head tilt, trying to peek at what he was reading but he quickly adjusted himself so it was out of view from you.

His crab claw took up most of the desk, so he used that to hide it from you.

At this point it was blatantly obvious what he’s hiding- well at least that’s what you thought.

“Jones… are… you-“ You timidly asked, afraid of his response as you knew talking or even suggesting about Calypso usually led to a not so friendly conversation.

“No- I ain’t-“ He turned from you even further, only confirming your theories more.

“…You’re re-reading the letters you sent to her..?”

He paused his movements, having a shudder, finally looking at you in shame. Seeing your disappointment and your sorrow from him still not moving on from her whilst having you was a misfortune to say the least.

“I- yes- Yes I am-“ He got up and turned to you, “Nowa I kno’ I kno’ this has been hurtin’ ya as it does me-“

“As it does you? Jones, I’ve been here for you through everything- I gave my soul to you, to serve you, to love you- while you’re still thinking of her still!”

He watched you talk about this, silent for a while as the fearsome man understood his faults in this.

“Everynight you play the song she gave to you, you spend so much time with the rest of her…you forget me… I- I’m sorry- I just-“ you back up, “I can’t do this anymore-“ you opened the door rushing out, looking for a place to avoid the captain.

Taking a second to realize what just happened, he realized he may lose you even if the oath of the flying dutchman is that her crew may not leave her. They can still run away from her.

Davy Jones got up from his seat quickly and as fast as he could look for you, he could not lose another love. For that his heart wherever it may be, should just be destroyed already.

He woke up some of the crew, making them help in his search for you. Searching everywhere they could, up and down they looked for you as Jones could feel his heart aching miles and miles away. Maccus his first mate, had found you looking at the sea in front of the ship.

“SHE’S HERE-'' He yelled, startling you standing as he waited for the captain. But Mo needed to wait as he came as fast as his crab leg and normal leg would take him.

Jones looked around at his crew pushing them away instantly saying-

“Leave us! And dontcha dare try to hear or else I’ll hang a dangling’ in front of a Kraken as a treat!” As soon as he said that, the crew went back to where they slept all together, wanting to avoid a deadly fate.

He turned back to you instantly and his expression softened.

“(Y/N)- please- stay- I-“ He tried to let the words out, you turned to him curious what he was gonna say. Your face still had the look of sorrow.

“I need ya’ please- ma pain lessens when you’re by me, you make me feel-“ he reached out for you with his closest to human hand trying to say not out loud that you make him feel like a real man again.

You held his hand, holding it softly…

“I love ya- don’t go…. Please.”

You looked at him feeling sad for the Captain.

“I want to help you heal, but I can’t do that if you don’t want to… You need to let go of her or we’ll both suffer like this.”

Jones looked away, sighing he knew it to be true, “But how do I ‘let go?’”

“Give back what was hers, as she was the sea- the waves will find a way to bring it to her.” You looked into his eyes as he pondered your words, thinking if he really should. Give up a lost love or make amends for the love he has now…

He felt stupid for even thinking about this, in his head, Calypso does not love him anymore. So why betray the one who does now?

“I will, for ya-“ he holds onto your hand tightly sighing to himself.

You smiled and hugged him, regardless of the rags and tears with the barnacle infestation of his jacket you just wanted to show how you love him. He hugged back, realizing maybe this might be a way to heal for both of you.

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A/N I forgot like halfway after writing that I realized Calypso gave Davy Jones the ship, but- I was mostly talking about the music box they both had. 😭😭😭

[panjakes]

FL CHP.6 PJS

parings: Tiger Hybird!Jay x Fox Hybrid fem black reader

Genre: Fluff; Crack; enemies to lovers au; slow burn

Chwarnings: Cursing

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"can we talk?" Jay asks making Yn frown

"About?" She asks

"earlier...privatly?" He aska again looking at Maddie

Before yn could respond Maddie was already walking back into her parents shop

"What's too talk about? I voiced my concerns and got cussed out" Yn says folding her arms

"Well your concerns shouldnt be about me. Mind your business when it comes to me" Jay snaps making yn nod

"Your right, They shouldnt concern me when your running away from your home and coming to sleep on my couch but whatever. I'll be seeing you" She says turning around to go back into the shop but jay stops her

"I'm sorry. I dont mean to snap im just not use to people being curious or even worried about me" he says making yn roll her eyes

"If you didnt know The goverment gives money monthly to those who adopt hybrids. I was adopted and Im basiclly my parents cash cow" Jay admits

"What about your sister?" Yn ask

"Cindy is actually their kid. We arent biological siblings" Jay says, ears dropping in sadness

"I'm sorry to hear that" Yn says making jay nod

"Your not, but yes. Thats why I snapped on you earlier. I don’t like really like talking about my family." Jay says

Yn sighs before walking down the steps to give jay a hug which shocked honestly the both of them. Jay's arms stayed by his side very awkwardly not knowing if he should hug back or not

"I am sorry to hear that, everyone deserves a loving family" Yn says making jay nod. The girl pulls back from the hug nodding

"I'll meet you in the library tomorrow after school. Dont be late" Yn says turning away to go inside. Jay stood in front of the shop in utter shock.

He knew he and yn couldnt stand each other but that little heart to heart felt genuine. Not only did it feel genuine he now felt weird, and he looked at yn a little diffrently.

"Did you just hug jay?" Maddie asks

"He needed one" Yn says

"Did he?" Maddie asks sounding bitter

"Yes...He did, whats your problem?" She asks

"Oh nothing...it's just you were complaining about how you hated him and now your hugging him?" She asks with a frown

"Mads...are you okay? Your the one who told me to forgive him" Yn says tilting her head and ears in confusion

"I did but this is getting weird" She says scoffing

"Weird? Madelyn whats really the issue here?" Yn asks

"Theres no issue. I'll see you at school tomorrow" The Koala says brushing past yn

Yn stood in the middle of the flower shop genuine concered and confused

"Yn- where's maddie?" Her mom says

"I uh- she left" Yn says

"Oh I thought you were gonna spend the night over there" Her mom says spraying a couple of flowers with water from a spray bottle

"Yeah...Me too" Yn mumbles before walking to the back

"So, where'd you go?" Cindy asks looking up from her plate of food

"To a friends house" jay says not even touching

"cut the shit Jay You have no freinds" she says rolling her eyes

“Why do you care so much?” Jay asks

“Because your my brother and I care about you” she says making him rolls his eyes

“I’m not your brother cindey and you couldn’t give less than a shit about me” jay mumbles pushing the plate of food to the middle of the table

“Where’s this coming from?” She asks with a pout

Jay says nothing as he gets up from the table and goes to his room. Cindy quickly follows behind wanting to know what’s with his attitude

“Seriously what’s your problem?” She asks

“My problem is I’m sick of this. I’m sick of acting like I belong here when I know for a fact that I don’t!” Jay says

“B-but you do. You do belong here” Cindy says

“Stop it Cindy. I don’t. You don’t even belong here. They don’t care about us!” Jay says

“That’s not true! They love us” she says

“They love you! Your their kid! They’re literally never here! They’re not even here now!!” Jay says

“S-so what’re going to do?” She asks

“I don’t know, but I won’t stay here. I can’t” jay says stuffing clothes into a separate bag from his school bag

“Where are you going to go? Back to that fox girls house?” She asks making jay pause

“How’d you know I was at Yn’s house?” He asks

“I seen you two walking together” she says

“No. I’m not going to her house” jay says walking pass her

“Your just gonna leave me here?! Alone!?” Cindy asks

“As if you aren’t use to being alone” jay mumbles before leaving the cat girl shocked with her jaw on the floor

The next day…at school Yn couldn’t help but notice that jay couldn’t focus.

“Mr.Park! Can you please focus?!” The teacher says shaking jay from his thoughts

“Uh yeah, sorry” jay says

“Doesn’t matter, the bells about to ring start packing up” the teacher says making the class pack up their things

Yn stares at jay noticing hie out of it he was. She doesn’t say anything. She just packs her things and makes her way to the library where she said she’d meet him at.

5 minutes go by and jay still wasn’t there so decided she’d start on her homework from history.

Another 5 minutes go by and jay still wasn’t in the library. Yn sighs and decided she’d give Jay until she runs to the vending machine to get to the library.

Coming back from from the vending machine he still wasn’t there. She sighs and starts packing her things but stops when she hears the door open and it walks jay on his phone

“Your 15 minutes later” Yn says sighing

“Yeah I know” he says waving her off taking a seat across from her

“Okay…what do you wanna do first?” She asks

“Uhh English ” he says pulling out his history book

“Uh jay?” Yn says

“What Yn?”

“That’s your history book” she says making him look away from his phone.

“Oh shit, sorry” he says pulling out the right book

“Maybe you should put your phone down, we have a test on the canterbury tales and you don’t seem focus” Yn says

“Your right, I’m sorry let’s do this” jay says putting his phone down

Soon they were studying but it didn’t last long because 6 minutes in, jay was looking back down at his phone

“So who is lady macbeth and what is her role in the story?” Yn asks

“She’s the maid…or some shit” jay mumbles making Yn sigh

“Yeah…the maid. So who’s banquo” Yn asks

“He’s the…” jay trials off

Yn sighs rolling her eyes. Jay wasnt focus at all.

“I-I’ll be back” jay says throwing his phone on the table and rushing out the library. Yn groans grabbing at her fro. She was growing frustrated with jay. Taking the pink scrunchie off her wrist putting her fro into a puff ball

After two minutes jay still wasn’t back but his phone was ringing nonstop. Usually she wouldn’t even look at anyone’s phone but hers but the device had him distracted and she wanted to know why.

Was it his sister? His friends? Wait he didn’t have any friends. Was it his parents? Was it a girl? Why’d she care?

She peaks over at the screen and it seem to be an on going conversation or maybe even an argument with his parents. She didn’t see all the messages but she definitely seen the words ‘brat’ and ‘ungrateful’

She makes an O shape with her mouth. He really didn’t have a good relationship with his parents. She felt bad. He still wasn’t back so she decided to go see if he was okay

She peeks out the door to see jay leaning against a wall with his face in his hands

“Jay? You okay?” Yn asks going over to him

He doesn’t say anything but he made a noise which sounded like a sob?

“Jay? What’s wrong?” Yn asks grabbing at his wrist only for him to push her back

“Got damn leave me the fuck alone yn!” He says scaring her. Her red and black ears drop down in sadness and confusion

“I-I seen your phone, I just want to know if your okay?” She says making jay groan and wipe his face

“Your such a nosey bitch! Just leave me the hell alone” jay says shocking Yn.

He takes a look at her shock face and immediately regrets everything

“Yn- I didn’t mean it im sorry” he says reaching out for her. She shakes her head slapping his hands away

“I may have been wrong for looking at your phone but it was all out of concern for you. You didn’t have to push me or call me a bitch” Yn says, brown skin feeling really hot from how angry she was

“Yn I’m sorry” jay says

“Fuck you jay, find yourself a new tutor” Yn says walking away leaving the tiger hybrid feeling very regretful and really bad about his actions.

Chapter 7 will be on @brownsugarbaybee’s blog so follow her to be kept in the Loop!

[titanicfreija]

To the Rescue

"Hey."

Thomas peeked into Freija's room to see her in a nest of blankets and pillows piled onto the floor, rather than on the twin bed she usually slept on. The sheet had a brown spot from repeated heat treatments.

She could hardly be seen at the back wall of the nest, covered except for the eye and part of her ear. "Hm."

"What happened?"

"Caiatl beat the fucking shit out of me for being stupid on the field," she sighed. She tried to sound casual.

It wouldn't have worked even if she wasn't sitting in a nest of every soft item in the apartment and then some. "I know you're trying to make it sound like no big deal, but…" he gestured at the nest. "You've been acting off."

The tears started and she wiped them away with an irritated grunt. "I'm gonna cry, just warning you."

"That's a thing you do, yeah," he said. "So… what kind of shit are we talking about having beaten out?"

"What…?"

"How bad was it?"

The tears came again and she rolled, pulling several of the blankets on top of her. "It was… pretty… fucking bad…. 'cos first I felt like I couldn't fight back, and then she told me to fight back specifically so she could make it so I couldn't… and… fuck... And I hate being beaten to death, I fucking hate it." She bit back the sobs. "My arms…. She knelt on me so she could break my upper arm under her foot."

Thomas sucked his teeth and knelt next to the nest, leaning some weight on it as a proxy hug. "Oh my God," he whispered. "Holy shit. Freija. That's fucked."

"Sunny let her do it," she whimpered, "I mean she wasn't there but she gave permission for Caiatl to kick my ass like that," The high, quavering voice was hardly audible under the nest. "She said Caiatl lied and said she wouldn't be that bad but I don't believe her."

"What the fuck…"

The whole nest shook as she wept pitifully. 

"What the fuck," he said again. 

"I don't want to tell anyone, I don't want the trouble on anyone, and I even know why she did it, and it's all fucked, and I'll be okay, but I'm going to do this until I feel like not doing it."

"Have you eaten?" Thomas asked, already familiar with this kind of retreat. "You need to eat," he said, looking around the room to see no evidence of food. And she'd been in here nearly a week. "Freija," he moaned. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I just told you," she said bitterly. "But then you asked and I couldn't stop myself."

"Where's Sunny?"

"Here." The sparkling Ghost emerged from under the blanket with Freija, pressed to the back of her neck. Her light flickered, then stopped. 

"What the fuck?" he asked almost casually, gesturing at Freija with an open hand. 

"I… I fucked up," the Ghost admitted bitterly. "Really bad. I didn't… it's… it's… really simple but it's not…"

Freija's tears almost hid under the angry rattle. "Caiatl is fucked up over Sunny's death, and then Sunny and her both got mad at me for the same reason, being stupid on the field, which almost got me really fucked. So Sunny gave her permission to kick the shit out of me a little bit, and I guess she didn't see how fucked up Caiatl is, because I fucking saw it, but so she got too into it and had a great fucking time making me suffer for trying to go easy on some of the random soldiers without running."

Thomas opened his mouth but Sunny flashed aggressively at him and he stopped. 

Freija whimpered, moving slightly. "I really did fuck up, I really did kinda deserve to get checked harder than I did at the time, but… she's… fuck. She was… I can't say… I would have done the same. Really."

"Caiatl made her say it," whimpered Sunny. "I tried to talk to her about it, she keeps saying that Freija will never do it again–"

"She's not wrong," Freija interrupted bitterly.

"And that she's not sorry."

"I didn't deserve it and I know that," she said. "I deserved maybe a tenth of that. It's okay."

"It's not okay," Thomas said gently. "I think you should tell Zavala but if you don't want to, I'm not going to force it. But you need to eat. Probably shower. I know I try and leave your modesty, but I can help if you want."

"Mod–oh. The naked thing. You're so weird." She unburied her head. 

"I have no idea what I could do to help except run the water," he admitted. "Sit outside and make sure you don't drown."

"I'll be fine," Freija lied, tucking herself back under the blankets. "When this kills me, Sunny can get me back up and maybe I'll feel better."

"Actually, dying of despair and waking up sucks. A lot," Thomas said, gently removing one layer at a time. "Come on. Food. Bath after. Don't you guys have a hot spring you found in the wild? Will you show me that?"

"Please?" Sunny pleaded softly. "Please? He's always so kind to us. We can build him a new desk when you feel better."

The Titan remained still as Thomas continued pulling pillow after blanket after pillow off her. "Where did you even get all these?"

"Bought 'em," she huffed. "I tried to pull the mattress off to hide under but it wasn't right either. I need the soft."

Sunny blinked at him pleadingly, and Thomas went to get an earpiece for her to whisper. 

"Can you think of anything that actually feels bad?" He asked. "Physically or mentally? Thoughts that happen over and over again? Stomach heavy?"

Freija grunted as if struck and Thomas frowned. "It'll join the others," she whispered, as if to herself. "It'll be fine. Just another fucking beating. Fuck I hate being beaten."

He finally found her under the blankets, a little smelly but clean overall. Hair needed washing, but that was normal for her when she was in these states. "Come on, Titan. Back on your feet."

"Yezzir."

Watching Freija move was a study in Titan. Thomas had not told her this joke but it amused him every time he thought about it because he found himself using entirely wrong words for her because he knew her personally. She and Sunny and he would call a lot of her nervous moving around 'squirming', but the sight was not a squirm at all. 

Shifting was a much sturdier motion than squirming. More person moved at once, and more determinedly. Freija couldn't help this in the slightest. 

Thus was the Titan shifting around the kitchen uneasily, like a wall that couldn't decide where to be. 

He was going to make them breakfast when she gave up, but he was going to let them give up before he got involved. 

"Thank you," Sunny whispered. "Thank you, thank you so much, thank you."

He waited for her to talk. 

"I really did give her permission but she said she wasn't going to really hurt her or anything. I think Freija was right and she just got carried away. I don't think she thought it would bother her, but I don't know how she came to that conclusion. She's probably seen it so many times and she probably doesn't understand the differences, and…. I know. I'm making excuses. I messed up. Really bad."

Thomas couldn't reply without disturbing Freija, so he didn't, and instead studied the motions some more. 

She didn't know what to do with her hands. They traveled from her head to her torso to each other and back again. Her eyes would drift off and stop seeing for several seconds at a time, but she did good in coming back to the kitchen. It wasn't as bad as he'd seen, but still…

"I don't know if I want to tell. I feel like I should but I don't know what we could want from that."

Thomas didn't either. Nothing good could come of it. Consequences were bad, nothing was worse, and worst of all, the higher ups could retaliate to keep things quiet– and if anyone tried, she would have a hammer in hand in moments.

He frowned at the table and pretended not to have been watching when the Titan finally turned from the fridge and fell against the wall with her hands on her head. 

"It's okay," he said, and he got up to make toast. 

"What the fuck," she whimpered. 

"It's okay," he repeated. "Do you want a hug? Your blanket?"

"I need a blanket that's the size and density of a mattress, or a blanket that is actually armor or both," she complained. 

"That is actually not an unusual desire, and believe it or not, we can probably even find you a blanket either weighted with denser materials or an armored one." He glanced down at her to see that she wasn't listening, but decided to give her the background noise to come back to. "This kind of thing in particular was made for horses, a kind of animal from ancient times humans used to ride, and evolved to be for fast cover under fire."

"Why the fuck did she have to do that?" she whimpered to herself, but then she rubbed her face with her hand. "Because she was freaking the fuck out," she sighed, taking the plate and cup of water from her friend. "If there was anything that could convince me my temper was a problem." She groaned and shoved the toast into her mouth so aggressively that Thomas worried she'd choke.

"So you really think it wasn't… malicious?" Thomas asked. "Like really and truly, you don't think she was trying to hurt you for the sake of hurting you?"

Freija shook her head. "I know she was hurting me for the sake of hurting me. I think she was doing it for reasons that she didn't know about, and it wasn't entirely about me. She did wanna kick me around a little. She also wanted to break someone's arms because her friend died not long ago and apparently the Hive aren't cutting it."

Thomas flinched. 

"She won't say she's sorry," Sunny mumbled. "She knows she did too much, but…" 

"She wants the actual intended kicking around part to stick and she thinks I can't tell the difference between punishment and torture. I'm not sure she can either."

"There's a lot of people that can't," Thomas said, finishing his own toast. "So you're okay?"

Freija giggled hysterically for a full minute. "Oh fuck no. I'm not. I'll never be okay. But this latest damage is falling in with the rest. And…" she drifted off and curled into a ball. "I'll. Get. Over… the …." She stopped and put her head on her knees, covering it with her hands.

"Betrayal," Sunny whispered to Thomas. "I don't know what to do!"

He would recommend not giving permission to your friends to beat up your other friends without them knowing, but it was a little late for that.

[bakugourising]

nope (2022) is on streaming i rewatched it :^)

“make you vile, make you a spectacle” oh ya love this quote

these horses are beautiful 

hollywood is such a nightmare this scene gives me such ick

oj is top 10 main characters of all time and im not even joking i love him

jupe on the second watch is very unlikable like he is feeding oj’s horses to an alien fuck off dude

“it was a spectacle people are just obsessed”

“he is a force of nature, he is killing it on that stage” :|

“i fuck one on occasion” lol

“what’s a bad miracle? we got a a name for that?” “nope” <3

theme: the power of giving something a name

“dyslexic ass” lol x2 em is so funny

“she booked a pilot on the cw” angel is so funny

angel: *ranting about aliens oj:“cool”

the characters in this movie r so good and play so well off each other like jupe and em r so funny and then angel asking them to give his service 5 stars it’s so good

such a scary scene and then it being the kids uhg i love it

also love that oj punches a kid and it’s actually not his fault

wow ghost is a beautiful horse

“what if it’s not a ship” he’s so smart and he’s so cool

i kno ppl don’t like the chimp stuff but i love the chimp stuff i think it works narratively with it being a jupe flashback of a pre established event, and is really important thematically (putting animals in positions where they are going to freak out and then killing them for it, using cgi instead of a real chimp cuz using a real chimp is bad, the rampage being already finished with (the chimp chose not to kill jupe because he didn’t look the chimp in the eyes/scare the chimp by running away and yelling) and only THEN does it get shot by the humans), it also establishes that jupe survived an animal attack once but doesn’t worry it will happen again with an animal (jeanjacket) that literally eats horses(which r as big as ppl! it could obviously eat people!)

“im gonna get lucky” oj is wonderful

“i swear on my wife and children’s lives” now don’t say that

“trained animals can be unpredictable”

like, jupe really thought it wouldn’t eat him and his wife and his kids like dude

sunglasses at night <3 love that song also the radio being on is such a good way to build tension/show when jeanjacket is close (and then then using it later to when they are drawing jeanjacket out)

the aesthetic of this movie is stunning

i love oj i love how he makes lucky feel safe by tapping the trailer i love that he knew not to look jeanjacket in the eyes where jupe looked straight up

the gaming chair and vr 😭 angel is so <3

“trying to tame a predator”

“ive been up under it a couple times now. i get him. it’s an animal, you don’t turn your back on a bear, you don’t wear red around a bull, it’s like that. you don’t look at it unless you want it’s attention”

“i call top hat” this is the real top hat monopoly player representation we need top hat monopoly players rise up

lucky is so well trained unbothered by the balloon man

camera guy is weird but he sounds like leonard cohen so i like him

angel with the reusable water bottle and camera guy just swallowing pills dry like these characters are immaculate

“sorry, im scared” i love angel

oj going to help the guy even tho he rlly has no reason to and the guy is annoying <3 he’s just a nice guy

“did u get that on camera?” lol

the run scene is perfect

non-flared jeanjacket looks like a sand dollar

again lucky just waiting patiently that’s a good horse

oj is the best he’s so brave and smart

em is the best she’s so brave and smart

this last action sequence is just too good i have no notes except that it’s fantastic

and then oj being there <3

fantastic movie everything is so intentional and brilliant 10/10 movie for me one of my favs for sure can’t wait to watch it again

i love how socal this movie is

[thornbushrose]

Gotta brag

Okay, this conversation between Birdie and Lore I wrote the other day is still making me laugh, so I decided to brag share.

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[Birdie texts Lore a picture of Matt sleeping in her recliner.]

OMG is that matt? you weren’t kidding. She used the fire emoji and then the puppy dog and the teardrop. hottie mcsad puppy dawg.

He’s mine get ur own

already have all the issues I need, thanks

Going away with him was ur idea

ur issues > his issues

Shut up

his issues prolly scared of ur issues

Shut UP

was he good?

Birdie hesitated. don’t know yet

Lore’s chat window remained on “typing” for a long moment.

What? Birdie prompted.

deciding if ur stoopid enough to let (fire/puppy/teardrop) spend the night at ur apt and he slept on the couch

Birdie made a face. She couldn’t tell Lore that he was beaten and frozen half to death last night. He’s not feeling well.

r u ok? like in the head?

You want me to sleep with him when he's sick?

sure. clears the sinuses

U learn that in the marines?

my platoon called. they wanna kno WHY U DINT FUCK HIM

Birdie sighed. He kissed me tho

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well thats progress. y u no lead w that?

It was great thanx for asking

u gonna kiss him again?

if he holds still long enough

take ur clothes off. he'll hold still.

he's blind

sounds like a u problem

Birdie paused and thought for a moment. u know what? he’s worth waiting for

call me

can’t

CALL ME

my order’s ready

CALL MEEE

sorry can’t talk bye. She put her phone in her pocket and ignored it when it started ringing. The food she’d ordered was actually ready, so she collected it and started back to her apartment.

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Chapter 11 is coming along nicely.

[21witnokidz]

IN THE GHETTO

Chapter 20

A/N: I'm sorry I've been inactive due to pure laziness so as an apology here's a long and satisfying chapter

“Alright good boy copper!”

It was your turn to take the dog on a walk and he managed to catch himself a rabbit. Despite you and Arthur splitting you still decided to keep the dog and take turns taking care of him.

When you got back to camp you could hear the loud cries of a baby.

Jack Marston, John and Abigail’s son was born 2 years ago. He’s a good kid but he can sure cry his heart out. Especially since John up and left us.

John’s explanation was that he thought the baby wasn’t his. Before he got Abigail pregnant she had already been with half the gang so it made him anxious. When the baby came out he couldn’t really tell who’s it was but as the days went on it started to look more and more not like him.

John is still pretty young but damn you thought having a baby would mature him a little.

“Hey Abigail you doing alright?” You stepped inside Abigail’s little tent.

“Does it look like it? The baby won’t shut up and his father ain’t even here. How am I supposed to do this alone?”

“You’re not alone”

“This baby needs his father!”

You took Jack from her arms and tried to rock him a little. Since you were still getting used to handling a baby you didn’t really know how to calm him down. He just kept on crying.

Abigail sighed and took him back.

“It’s ok y/n you shouldn’t have to. I just wish I wasn’t so careless. Even now Dutch and them look at me differently. The only ones who still treat me the same is the girls, you and Arthur. Y/n.. you and Arthur have known John way longer than I have. Can you please bring him back?”

You never really been on a job with Arthur ever since the break up so you really didn’t want to do this. But you were going to for your friend.

“Alright I’ll see what I can do”

You walked out the tent and let out the deep breath you were holding ever since Abigail mentioned Arthur’s name. God you wished he didn’t have such an effect on you.

You looked to see Charles heading your way.

“She ok?”

“Yea but she asked me to go with Arthur to try and find John”

“I could come with you guys”

“No you don’t have to. I know you're a good hunter but I don't know if that'll still apply to humans"

Charles sat you down and began massaging your shoulders.

“You’re so tense. I think you should rest up and go tomorrow. I saved you some food while you were gone”

“Thank you Charles” See Charles was nice but the thing is. You can’t stop thinking about Arthur. You just didn’t want to do anything about it because you didn’t want to break his heart.

“Speaking of Arthur I’m gonna go see what he wants. He was calling me earlier when I was busy so I’m gonna go check on him”

Charles walked over to the horses where he found Arthur feeding his horse.

“Arthur” Charles nodded.

“Charles! I was asking if you could teach me how to use that bow of yours. If you’d be so kind”

“Sure thing”

Charles handed Arthur his own bow and they went into the woods.

“Sorry about what happened between you and Mary”

“Yea it was never meant to be anyway”

“What makes you say that?”

“I dunno I guess things just weren’t in their right place. You ever feel like that sometimes?”

“Yea. Hey look. A boar”

The men ducked and quietly kneeled towards the beast.

“Oh Pearson will be happy with this one”

“Ok just put the arrow in the string and slightly draw it back. Not too much though”

Arthur drew the arrow and missed completely, scaring off the boar.

“Damn! It got away. I'm sorry my mind wasn’t clear”

“What’s wrong?”

“Just everything from y/n to Mary and John. This is exactly what I meant when I said everything isn’t in the right place”

“What about y/n?”

“Oh don’t play dumb you kno- oh that’s right… you don’t know”

Charles stopped what he was doing and raised his brow.

“Well I didn’t wanna be the one to tell ya this partner but before you joined us we had some history”

“She never told me that”

“I mean there's nothing between us now but I can’t lie. I think about her a lot. Even with Mary, I only got with her to try and forget about what we once had”

“You still love her?”

“Listen that don’t matter. You two are in love now and that’s it”

“I’m not sure about that. Even when me and y/n are together it never feels like she’s really there. And whenever we talk she somehow always makes the topic about something that has to do with you. I didn’t want to believe it then but I guess I always had a feeling there was something between you two”

“I’m sorry. Let’s just go back”

“No it’s fine. Just let me know how you feel about her and I’ll leave you two alone. And be honest”

“Well.. I only ever talked about this with Dutch and Hosea. We first met and got together when we were just kids. She was my first everything. God we were so young and stupid. We’ve been through a lot of things together. Done a lot of things together… said a lot of things. But like I said that don’t matter no more. You two are gonna have a baby and that’ll be the end of whatever we had”

“Baby? What the hell are you talking about?”

“When you guys were in town. I heard you talking about a baby in the store”

Charles couldn’t help but bend over laughing with his hands on his stomach.

“No Arthur you got it all wrong. We were talking about Abigail’s baby”

“Oh” Arthur scratched his neck “well now I feel stupid”

“Not to be mean but you really are an idiot. If you love that girl so much then go get her. I’m sure she still loves you”

“What about you?”

“Forget about me. I’d want her to be with the man she really wants”

Arthur just shook his head “Man you really are different from everyone else here. How’d a guy like you even end up with guys like us?”

“Sometimes I wonder that myself”

By the time Arthur and Charles made it back it was already dark.

“She’s most likely sleeping now so you might as well go in the morning”

“Thanks again Charles”

Morning

You walked out your tent to get some coffee and sat down next to Charles.

“Hi” you kissed him on the cheek.

“Y/n can I talk to you?”

“Yea what’s up?”

“Arthur told me all about you two and I realize now that I’ve been holding you back. I heard your story and you two really belong to each other. Because you’re both idiots”

You just had a blank stare and started laughing a little.

“Aw man. No, you’re right. I’m sorry for all this Charles. This whole thing has been a mess”

“Don’t dwell on it too much. I just think everything should go back to how it used to be. John should be back and you and Arthur should be together again. Even when you aren’t together you still compliment each other perfectly”

“Thank you Charles” you got up and hugged him.

You heard Arthur call your name from the horses for you to get ready and ride off.

“Ok I gotta go now I guess I’ll see you when I get back”

“Yea. And bring that other idiot back with you. It’s not the same without hearing the banter between him and Abigail”

You walked. No you power walked to where Arthur was. Now that everything was resolved you were happy to be around him again. Well almost everything was resolved. You still had to deal with Mary. Still you’d find your way around that soon enough.

Arthur had a smug smile when you approached him. “Hey troublemaker”

“You call me the troublemaker? Get real Morgan. Weren’t you the one who got John stuck in that O’Driscoll camp?”

“Who was the one who thought it’d be a good idea to shoot at birds deep in the night?”

“Who was the one who decided to burn the tent down trying to boil WATER”

“So we’re not gonna talk about that one time you almost led an actor to suicide?”

“No that was you! Don’t put that on me!”

“But you definitely made a contribution”

“Ok fine we’ll call it even”

-

“So I heard some people saying that there was a man who was camping out at the woods taking bounties”

“Yea that sounds like him. Come on”

You got off your horses and walked into the nearby town with the witnesses.

You saw a woman hanging out her clothes to dry and Arthur kicked his boot up on her wash bucket to greet her. Is he trying to show off or?

“Excuse me ma’am. Have you seen a dirty man bout yay tall” he put his hand up to his chin to show a poor demonstration of John’s height “he’s dirty and smells like dog”

“Oh you know what we should’ve gotten Copper to track him down that would’ve been easier” You explained.

Arthur lowered his head and sighed. “Listen can you just tell us where he is?”

“Well folks said he was gettin’ rough in that bar over there. I wouldn’t recommend gettin’ him riled up though I heard he bites people” The woman responded

You and Arthur just laughed. “Thank you ma’am. Let’s go”

“Y’know I never got the chance to tell you this but I’m happy for you and Mary”

“Me and Mary ain’t together no more”

“REALLY? I mean- really?? Why what happened?”

“Just didn’t feel right” he looked at you.

When you two entered the bar you already heard a ruckus.

“I told you my name ain’t John Marston. It’s Rip Van Winkle!”

“And I told you I don’t serve criminals. This is your wanted poster right here ain’t it?” The bartender pulled out the bounty and John let out a noise you could only identify as shock.

“That’s uh- that’s not me”

“Oh that’s him alright” you spoke up.

John slowly turned around with a scowl on his face.

“What are you two doing here?”

“What are YOU doing here?”

“Listen I don’t care what y’all have to say I’m not coming back”

“Abigail is really struggling without you and you’re just out here getting drunk without a care in the world“

“Y/n I put all my heart into caring for Abigail when she was pregnant. Now I come to find out that the baby ain’t even mine. It looks like it could be Dutch’s”

“Does that even matter? I thought you loved her”

“And I thought she loved me!”

“Alright I’ve had enough” Arthur came and grabbed John by the ear “yer coming back with us ya hear? You need to grow up and be a man!”

Arthur dragged him outside with you behind them and you were found surrounded by the police.

“I told you it’s them. Arthur Morgan, Y/N L/N, and John Marston all lined up!” The bartender slipped away while y’all were talking and got the law here.

“Well I’ll be damned” one of them tipped their hat. “Alright all of you come nice and easy now”

“What do we do?” You looked at Arthur.

“Just comply” he put his hands up and you and John followed.

IN JAIL

Now you three idiots were sitting looking dumb in jail. Now you finally realized why you three got that nickname. After all, before John came it used to be the two idiots. Me and Arthur. It makes you wonder. When Jack grows up is he gonna be a new addition to this unruly group of dimwits?

“I really thought she loved me” John muttered.

“She does John” you walked over to his side and put a hand on his back “and if you think she didn’t love you back then she has to now after all you’ve done for her. And to be honest, she’s not the only one who needs you. We need you. Including Arthur”

“Nah don’t bring me into this” Arthur asserted. “But y/n’s right. Some people in the camp need you”

You nudged his arm. “Ok I need you too from time to time”

“What the hell do you two know about love anyway? It’s not like you ever made it work out with each other. When we first met you two was like Romeo and Juliet and now it's all messed up. Arthur has Mary and you have Charles”

“Well actually..” you started.

“We kinda got..” Arthur continued.

“Dumped” you both said in unison.

Immediately John’s face brightened.

“So you two are going strong again!?” He said with a smile.

“We never said that-“ Arthur started.

“We’re just open now” you finished.

“Oh come on. You two are literally finishing each other’s sentences. Maybe if you two get back together then my mind will be convinced that me and Abigail can get back together too”

“Or how about if you go back to camp now then maybe me and Arthur will think about it”

“Alright”

Arthur looked at you and smiled, happy that you were ready to try again.

“Hey buddy!” You called out to the sheriff keeping watch of you three and handed him a 20 dollar bill. “Come on I know you want it”

The sheriff took the dollar and released you then shut the door when John and Arthur tried to walk out.

“What the hell?”

“She was the only one who gave me the 20 so she’s the only one who gets to leave”

They rolled their eyes and put the money into his hands and they were released.

Back at camp

Everything was back to normal now. John was back. Everyone was happy and you didn’t have to worry anymore.

You sat by a lake with Copper right next to you until you heard Arthur come up behind you.

“I ain’t bothering you am I?”

“No”

He sat down next to you and started petting Copper. “So we’re open now huh?”

“How would you explain it?” You laughed.

“I don’t know. All I do know is that I was a fool to try and get with Mary when I was the one who broke up with you. Are you mad at me?”

“A little”

“I understand. I don’t expect you to forgive me but I’m sorry”

Copper stood up to lay across you and Arthur’s legs.

You two looked at each other.

“Do you forgive me y/n?”

You put your hand on top of Arthur’s and he knew his answer.